I am a twentysomething American woman who, at the age of 21, stepped out of my country for the first time: my friends and I went to England, France, Switzerland and Italy in 2004. My life was forever changed - and I mean that quite literally.
Since 2004, I have dreamed of visiting more and more places on the globe. The world outside my own country used to be interesting, but nothing I truly cared about. There were the few places on my list to see (Bahamas and Australia) but other than that, I truly thought America was the one place on the entire Earth everyone wanted to be.
My eyes were opened and I haven't been able to close them since. Not only did I learn how different things can be outside a person's home country, I also realized that most people around the globe simply don't care about America; they love their own culture and, although they have a McDonalds down the street, that doesn't mean that they would ever want to become an American. Frankly, looking back, I'm surprised at how closed I was to the rest of the planet.
Some days I wish I could go back to only having two destinations on my must-see list. Now, I lose count quite frequently. When I'm not losing count, I'm finding even more destinations to add to my forever growing list: from Wyoming to Libya, I want to see it all.